Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 68

When Clara woke up, Horace was still sitting by the bed. Seeing that she was awake, he poured chicken soup from the thermos next to him and said lightly, "You're up. Have some soup."

Clara sat up with one hand supporting her. Her right arm was injured. She wanted to use her left hand to reach out to the bowl of chicken soup. But she hasn't gotten used to using left hand yet. Seeing this, Horace frowned slightly and took the spoon in her hand, "Come on, I'll feed you."

Saying that, he took a spoonful of chicken soup, blew it until it's cooler, and fed it to Clara's lips.

Clara was stunned.

Horace was feeding her in person?

She really didn't expect that she would be so well taken care of like this, but she still opened her mouth and drank it obediently.

She drank the soup in gulps. With her eyes looking at Horace in front of her, she felt a little uneasy.

Horace always looked so calm and hiding his true emotion, that she couldn't tell whether he was angry or not.

Clara was thinking about whether she should take the initiative to bring up the injury when she heard Horace say lightly, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Clara froze for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

Sure enough, in front of someone like Horace, she really couldn't hide anything.

"I was just wondering if you're upset," Clara said honestly.

"Upset about what?"

Clara hesitated. "You are upset because that I got hurt for Darren."

Clara lowered her tone involuntarily when she said these words. Her voice sounded soft, like a feather brushing through Horace's heart.

Horace looked at her. His gaze softened a bit, "Well, I am indeed angry."

Clara didn't expect Horace to confirm this so directly. She was stunned, raised her head, and met Horace's eyes.

Seeing the surprised look of the little lady in front of him, Horace raised his eyebrows slightly, "What? Don't you want to ask me why I am angry?"

"I... probably know why you're angry," Clara said slowly.

Horace raised her eyebrows even higher, "Then tell me, why am I angry?"

"Because I'm your wife." Clara blinked. "No man would be happy about his wife getting hurt for her ex-boyfriend..."

Horace's eyes squinted imperceptibly.

Hearing Clara's answer, he didn't know if he should be angry or helpless.

Did this stupid woman still think he was thinking her as his possession until now?

She's really sluggish.

"Horace?" Seeing that Horace didn't speak, Clara spoke again cautiously, "I'm really sorry. I wasn't considerate of your feelings this time. I'll be more careful next time."

Bang.

Horace put the bowl down abruptly. The spoon hit the side of the bowl letting off a crisp sound. Clara was startled by the noise.

"Clara, that's why you think I'm angry?" Horace slowly raised his eyes to look at Clara on the bed. Seeing her nodding blankly, his eyes became even angrier, "Then what if I say, the reason why I'm angry, is more than that?"

Clara froze for a moment.

More than that?